A moving poem Mike. (Though I'm sure you want the last word to be "changed" with a "d" --says John, who is also grammatically challenged at times.) John McCreery On 2004/05/10, at 11:02, Mike Geary wrote: > COMING OF AGE > > In winter the pond would freeze and if the freeze was hard > my father and I would have to break it > and carry water in buckets to the sheep. > It was a bitter, arduous chore. > I hated it with a purity > colder than the icy air. > > My father had faith in fealty. "Come lambing time," > he'd say, "you'll know the good of it." > He gave me the ewe of my choosing > to close the deal. I was twelve, I trusted him. > > My ewe grew fat with promise. > I met the mornings without effort. > In late February we found them, > nine of them, dead in a ditch, > mine among them, the work of dogs. > > We burned them there where they lay. > No words were said between us. > Everything was understood. > That night I dreamed I was running with the dogs. > I knew the sweet the joy of the chase. > When I woke the world had change. > > Mike Geary > > > > > > > > ------------------------------------------------------------------ > To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, > digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html > ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html